[Intro]

[Eminem Puking]

There I Go Thinking Of You Again



[Chorus]

You Don't Know How Sick You Make Me

You Make Me Fucking Sick To My Stomache

Everytime I Think Of You I Puke

You Must Just Not Not Knoooooowww

You May Not Think You Do

But You Do Everytime I Think Of You I Puke



[Verse 1]

I Was Gonna Take A Little Time To Write You A Little Poem

But Off Of The Dome Would Probably Be A Little More

More Suitable For This Type Of Song Woah

I Got A Million Reasons Off The Top Of My Head That I Can Think Of

Sixteen Bars This Ain't Enough To Put ???

So Fuck It I'ma Start Right Here I'll Just Be Briefer

Bout To Rattle Off Some Other Reasons

I Know I Shouldnt Go And Get Another Tattoo Of You On My Arm

But What Do I Go And Do? I Go And Get Another One Now I Got Two

Oooooh I'm Sittin Here With Your Name On My Skin

I Can't Believe I Went And Did This Stupid Shit Again

My Next Girlfriend Now Her Name's Gotta Be Kim

If You Only Knew How Much I Hated You

For Every Mothafuckin Thing You Ever Put Us Through

Then I Wouldnt Be Standin Here Cryin Over You Booooooooo



[Chorus]

You Don't Know How Sick You Make Me

You Make Me Fucking Sick To My Stomache

Everytime I Think Of You I Puke

You Must Just Not Not Knoooooowww

You May Not Think You Do

But You Do Everytime I Think Of You I Puke



[Verse 2]

I Was Gonna Take The Time To Sit Down And Write You A Little Letter

But I Thought A Song Would Prolly Be A Little Better Instead Of A Letter

That You'd Prolly Just Shred Up ??? I Stumbled On Your Picture

The Other Day And It Made Me Stop And Think Of How Much Of A Waste

It Would Be To Put Some Ink To A Stupid Piece Of Paper

I'd Rather Have You See How Much I Fucking Hate You In A Freestyle

You're A Fucking ??? And I Hope You Fucking Die

I Hope You Get To Hell And Satan Sticks A Needle In Your Eye

I Hate Your Fucking Guts You Fucking Slut I Hope You Die (diiiiiie)

But Please Don't Get Me Wrong I'm Not Bitter I'm Mad

It's Not That I Still Love You Its Not That I Want You Back

It's Just That When I Think Of You It Makes Me Wanna Gag

But What Else Can I Do I Havent Gotta Clue

Now I Guess I Just Move On I Got No Choice But To

But Everytime I Think Of You Now All I Want To Do Is Puuuuuke



[Chorus]

You Don't Know How Sick You Make Me

You Make Me Fucking Sick To My Stomache

Everytime I Think Of You I Puke

You Must Just Not Not Knoooooowww

You May Not Think You Do

But You Do Everytime I Think Of You I Puke



[Outro]

[Eminem Puking]

Fucking Bitch